The chef is the chef, and every dish looks like a masterpiece, but the cooking time is also very short, and after a while, a table of dishes is placed in front of Zhuang Qingqing.

The slices of carrots and cucumbers are arranged into peacock wings, the white radish is made into pink roses, and the braised beef is mixed with rock sugar and ice cubes, making a sizzling sound, and each dish has been designed by the chef. Just looking at it is enough to make people's mouths water.

The chef gently wiped his hands with a white towel, then stood next to the table and said, "This guy also notified me at short notice, so I didn't have time to prepare the broth, so the taste may be almost good, don't tell me about it." ”

"How is it possible? These things look delicious, if this is called bad taste, then what we eat every day is not garbage?"

Immediately, Huo Lingfeng smiled at the special chef: "Don't worry, even if you are out of standard, for the sake of friends for many years, I will help you keep it secret." ”

"Then you guys slow down, I'm going to have to clean up my kitchen utensils. The chef smiled slightly, then turned and walked away.

Zhuang lightly looked at the back of the special chef, and then at Huo Lingfeng. As the saying goes, like gathers like things, it really gathers like things, handsome guys are often crowded together with handsome guys, Huo Lingfeng's handsomeness certainly doesn't need to be described lightly by Zhuang, but that chef is obviously not a general, looking at the slender body, you know that he is also a handsome guy.

It's really unreasonable, how can they live with their short and fat chefs?

"It's delicious!" Zhuang's mother didn't have time to say hello, so she put on the chopsticks directly, and then immediately her eyebrows danced: "This thing is really delicious, the dishes are very fresh, and the method is also very good, ouch!

Zhuang looked at Zhuang's mother lightly, is it so exaggerated? I almost put my whole face on the plate!

I tried to stretch out my chopsticks and tasted it directly, but then again, it did taste good. However, I don't know if it was poisoned by someone, and I always felt that Huo Lingfeng's dishes seemed to taste better.

Looking at Zhuang Qingqing, he didn't seem to be very crazy, but it was a little unexpected for Huo Lingfeng: "Wife, isn't it your appetite?"

"No, it's okay. Zhuang said with a light taste again.

"But I look at your expression and seem to be a little disappointed!" Huo Lingfeng lowered his voice and said, "But, pretending, you still have to eat a few bites, otherwise my friend will jump up and commit suicide!"

"Didn't I say it wasn't delicious?" Zhuang shrugged his shoulders lightly and said, "I just think maybe you make it a little more delicious." ”

"What? you say my cooking isn't as good as his?" suddenly there was a roar from the kitchen, followed by a chef who had removed his chef's hat and had his hair on his head.

Who said that a chef can't be an artist? Looking at the chef in front of him who was a little crazy, Zhuang swallowed lightly, and then shot his eyes to Huo Lingfeng, who was holding back a smile on the other side, can't this guy use some strength to ease the environment? What are you still laughing at over there?

"I'll just say it! Back then, you were obviously on par with me, why did you suddenly leave and stop studying, where did you dare to steal some treasure book! And said that your interest is not in cooking, who are you fooling? If you hadn't left, maybe I wouldn't have been so easy to get this special grade status! Now it's good that I have become this real special chef!"

After finishing speaking, the chef looked like a handful of tears and sweat, squatting on the ground like an old man in the countryside, which made even a "well-informed" person like Zhuang's mother dumbfounded.

"No!" snorting, the chef immediately stood up, and then walked to Huo Lingfeng's side: "I'll tell you, either tell me what treasure book you have and share it with me, or you will have to accept my challenge! And you are not allowed to escape for any reason." ”

Zhuang Qing was really dumbfounded at this time, and looked Huo Lingfeng on the side thoroughly, what kind of birth did this guy have? How do you feel that you can do everything? There is a set of psychology, and another set of cooking skills, of course, business, needless to say, I really doubt that he still has something that does not stand out.

This finally understands why Huo Ting went to the military region directly, and it is estimated that the kind of step-by-step, boring military camp life there will definitely not attract Huo Lingfeng, right?

"Joe, what are you struggling with? You are a great grade, you are worthy of your name! I really knew I didn't have the ability to let go. Look at my mother-in-law, how cheerful she eats? Don't listen to my wife. She said that just to appease me. Then Huo Lingfeng lowered his voice and whispered in the chef's ear: "This is called husband and wife love, you who are single will not understand." ”

"What kind of single, I've been married for a year!" The chef suddenly looked at Huo Lingfeng with disdain: "You and I are not so young anymore! My children are two years old!"

After saying that, the cook looked left and right again, and then said, "Why didn't your child come?"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhuang Qingqing's body, as if she had committed a heinous crime, and she was a little restless when she saw it.

"Oh, not yet, right? Looks like you're going to have to work hard! I'm married to my son. The chef smiled, in a good mood, obviously there was finally something stronger than Huo Lingfeng.

"We still enjoy the life of the two of us, who is like you, I was trapped by the child early, is the child anxious and wants you to go back, right? That's right, change diapers, pour milk powder, don't sleep well every night, and be urged by my wife to drink and do things, hey! No wonder I can't cook any level of food, I can understand it!" Zhuang said suddenly.

He didn't look at Zhuang Qingqing, but he didn't look at Zhuang Qingqing's lack of fuel-efficient lamps! And he also poked at the things that Zhuang Qingqing was most reluctant to mention, didn't he think his own life was too long? Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingqing glanced at the cook with contempt, and then frowned, pinched his nose and waved his hand, as if there was some Yoneda Gong in front of him.

Her words, coupled with the visualization of the performance, made the chef frown as if he had suddenly realized something, and then swallowed his saliva as if he was changing the child's diaper. Thinking of this, he rushed to the kitchen as fast as he could, and then hurried away with a large bag on his back.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Zhuang's mother obviously woke up from her surprise, and then hurriedly began to eat, and by the way, she didn't forget to glance at the chef who rushed out of the door: "There is such a big package behind this, it can't be a diaper, right?"

"It's his special kitchenware, and every special chef will have his own set of special kitchenware, which is a status symbol. Just like this beef, he also used three knives to cut it, because each part of the beef is different, the meat will be different, and the meat near the bone needs to be delicate. Huo Lingfeng explained.

"Ouch! So troublesome, according to me, how can a real powerful chef use so many things? Just that piece of meat can make a full banquet of the Manchu and Han people, this is called a chef! Relying on those knives, when will there be no knives, won't you become a waste?" Zhuang's mother muttered with a mouth full of beef.

"Wow! I can't see that my mother's writing is so good!" Zhuang gently agreed, and then raised his finger and said.

"Of course, I used to be in the crew, and I was a first-class woman with both beauty and intelligence!" said Zhuang's mother immediately raised her head and said with her chest held high.

"Alright, alright. If you don't blush, I don't have the face to look up!" Father Zhuang instantly dispelled Zhuang's mother's anger, and of course caused Zhuang's mother to roll her eyes.

Zhuang smiled lightly, and then wanted to lift the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, but he involuntarily stopped, and then glanced at Huo Lingfeng carefully, and found that he didn't seem to have any hope of moving the chopsticks, just holding a vegetable in front of him, and the amount was very small.

Why does this guy also have a bad appetite? Isn't it? But he invited him? Zhuang looked at Huo Lingfeng lightly with his eyes, and then squeezed his eyebrows, as if he was asking Huo Lingfeng.

Huo Lingfeng sighed lightly, then looked up at Zhuang Qingqing, pretended to be with his nose, sniffed the vegetables lightly, and then frowned. Suddenly, Zhuang suddenly realized that this guy and himself were thinking together.

Just now, I just wanted to rub the chef's bad spirit, but in fact, his cooking was really good. But he just said about children, and suddenly Zhuang was so diapers, after Yoneda said this, he looked at the dishes on the table, and there was a strong "strange" smell wafting there. It's as if there really is a diaper or a Yoneda ko.

What's more, after Zhuang's mother said that the chef seemed to be carrying a big bag of diapers behind his back, it made them feel that they had a question, after his hand changed the diaper and wiped the child's buttocks, did he have any concerns about washing, so the two of them thought of this at the same time, and also yy, so of course they both felt that it was difficult to swallow!

Zhuang sighed softly and helplessly, they are very harmonious at this point!

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You don't know how to eat, if you want to be in the room, this is the restaurant, how can I swallow it with your father? Young people nowadays really don't know how to blush!" Zhuang's mother finally noticed the strangeness of Zhuang Qingqing and Huo Lingfeng, and then raised her head and said.